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Peak #424
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
SiniStir Knot
Rights
nah
Uploaded
August 11, 2004
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Lyrics
“Please dog!”……fa’GITit…it’s not ya turn/
Dis battle’s only LIKE…[!REAL!] !LIFE! spittin...a loss fa words/
…On ya terms, man this really AIN’T a battle/
…It’s finally a chance fa Sight to say that he escaped ma shadow!/
…Yea I’m a asshole…*I* think I spit love-ly/ PLEEEASE puppy
People know u on my dick BUDDY!/
…And I’m RID of sight BEEN simple as blink a eyelid/
But why when…u the only one ta love his ass whoopin more than *I* did/
Ya idea of violence, when the paddle gettin raised like a high BID/ Good-bye kid
I’ll spit n’ JUST fa ya enjoyment…/
Beat ya ass wit mah bloodclot belt…like ya mother’s boyfriend/
…Please dog I’M the AUDIO champ/
!YOU! TYPE! PERIOD…’n here the best part of u cramped/
…It’s a miracle of God that I carried u along/
…U ADMIT u always skimpin on the lyrics in ya SONGS/
Since a fear ta not belong keep ya real mc from strong/
Clear n’ calm…and u think jeerin so-satirical is wrong!/ “Please dog”…
…U know the recipe- a mess of each’ OTHER/
U FELT the !paaain! wit ya SELF-proclaimed “sex machine” mother(?!!)/ (UNNH!)
Watch me knock the stuffin out this mama’s ragga muffin tough’n/
Punish “sight” like he caught his mama fuckin in the drop a’sumthin/
Poppin junk ‘Ntil my belt ‘so close that welts approaches/
U SCREAMIN for a “timeout” on ya side, now, like helpless coaches/
Curled in a rage…u ain’t twirlin the gauge/
That’s a asthma pump u pump u punk…the world is ur stage/
…Turn the page yall ALL some squirrels in a cage/ Fightin over nuts
I aint heard this much…cryin-about-the-length-since-I quit fuckin girls-ur-age/
Shit’chu ain’t seen yet…I know u envy each breath I breathed bet/
…U prolly pissed yaself already…n’ only getting ya feet wet/
Ryan C. Best is the name, now since we sharing that title/
His fav’rite televised show? Well it RHYMES yo…w/ ‘Apparent denIal’/
“I’ll have ya whole chest Aiken like Clay” gave it away/
…If u don’t feel in intro-retrospect ur BRAIN’s in the way/ (LOL!!)
…A to the K…I’ll make ur dying wish ur rhymes exist/
…U tried ta trick a click n’ link wit Grime n’ Grit when u was NINE n’ shit/
…See RYAN's lyin bitch like K9 STYLE-Crips/
I don’t keep u around to SHINE…NO I keep u ta shine my dick/
But THEN I go to Boston I-almost tossed em…it’s so exhaustin/
When u vote for me in battles that *I* know I lost in/
So put me down on the street…wit 50 caliber heat/
I bet ur brown-nosin ME before the downloads complete/
U ain’t the clown of the week…this ain’t the months in waitin/
…Ur Monday’s bacon…n’ ur gettin sounded out like pronunciation/
And NOW a demonstration…to the blind bum/
It’s kinda dumb ya name’s Sight…n’ yet…I’m where u got ya Iii’s from/
I’ll do u worse…u ever notice sight refuse to curse/
N’ last night I freaked this flow, U was writin weeks ago…so loser’s first/
…Let’s go back in time ta once u was a superstar/
Damn, that’s too bad…cuz I no longer HAVE that back to the future car/
U patterned all street…u don’t know WHO u are/
Well…ur a loser par…getting ruined ba some caviar dreams/ U might…
Come across witcha white…its unavoidable/ DAMN
That’s wack that I respect ur music’s roots more than u/
And when u churn sparks ta get a verse start-ed/
Against a mc who TURNS dark like potentially cancerous birth marks/
It HURTS harder…becomin just a spec once I launched ya best
Pitch into the upper deck…n’ tell u come correct/
When bussin tecs doesn’t get nuff respect/
Cuz I can tell u how the hell u been a roughneck u aint seen no SCRUFF yet/
Knowin that u don’t swear…so there…but in many ways/
I can tell u VERY gay…cuz why u “BEEP”in Wizdom anyway/
…Que?…I stay in sticks wit hicks can’t go widout a hitch/
U take Nix till ya face twitch…u ARE “Rick James Bitch!”/ (LOL)
N’ that’s a awful thing when all ya inks not gon sink what all em thinks/
I’d fake I couldn’t find my way back ta L, I lost’a Lynxxx/
Sight with a title’s like the shortest stint/
Since the Source put the sports in print n’ lost cuz th
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